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Another funeral yesterday. Guess I’m reaching the age where my older friends are departing - for cooler climes, I hope. Simon was an extraordinary man. Good all the way through and an eternal optimist. He was a terrific gambler, willing to bet on any situation that he thought worthwhile. His good wife, Dorothy kept him under control for most of his life but when the internet arrived and brought online gambling with it, she was out of the picture. About a month after the first of the online casinos appeared together with the advent of laptops, Simon was off into his own world. He was addicted, to put it mildly. He once told me that he played in a dozen different online casinos. I asked him if he always won. Well I don’t gamble for my health, he replied. Then he thought for a while and said, well, maybe I do. It certainly keeps my pulse rate up. Probably a lot better for one that all those aerobic exercises. It’s a lot less wear and tear on the knees and hips. Sometimes I make a lot of money out of my online gambling. When I asked how much a lot was, he said that he had once bought a car from his online gambling winnings. True, he continued, I had to sell it later to finance a bad loss that I had one evening. I was walking along one day when someone called me. It was Simon, yelling at me out of the window of a brand new Ferrari. Man, I had a major win, he gloated. Just look at this baby. Go home and play on an online casino called the Silver Spanner. You can’t lose! I lost. But then I am not a gambler. Not like Simon, anyway. A few weeks later I saw him pedaling a rusty old bike up the hill. Lost is all last night, he mumbled. I think my wife left me as well. So farewell, Simon, I said, looking down at his grave. I hope the online gambling odds are good wherever you connect your laptop. And I hope you left something behind for your wife - a Ferrari and not a bicycle. Posted on: May 12, 2007
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